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"What was that out there!"
A tall bulky grey mech yelled as Sunstreaker and Sideswipe took their assigned seats at the small transports front. It would cost him thousands if not millions of credits just to keep the repairs under wraps. Damages like those suffered in the arena where rare at best often times only found in the harden soldier's dwelling within Megatron's personal guard. Finding a mech that would and could keep his mouth shut was tricky business. It was a good thing Throwdown was all bout tricky business…
Both twins sighed their wounds finally catching up to them and draining what little energy they had remaining. A small series of sparks worked their way down Sunstreaker's frame and jumped across his brother's making them hiss loudly in protest.
"We won, what more do you want? A parade? You got your credits. You won. Shouldn't you jumping for joy or something?"
"Sunstreaker..." Sideswipe gently 'elbowed' his brother abdomen warning him to curb his 'tongue'. "Shut up already, you're going to make it worse…."
"Worse? How can I make it worse? We are barely functioning and this slagger is still riding our afts. You would think he would save this lecture till after repairs are finished …."
Throwdown turned facing them once again scowl defining his ancient features. He was clearly unhappy by not only the condition of his prized positions, but also Sunstreaker's sharp tongue. Beating it out of the boy would do no good. It had done nothing more than fueling the fire, making the rebellion stronger. The only thing that held back Sunstreaker's fury was his brother….
"I could refuse to repair you all together. Leave you in the next scrap yard for meltdown. How would you like that, Ingrates."
Sideswipe's working optic widened slightly as he did his best as usual to smooth over whatever troubles Sunstreaker had managed to worm them into. "He didn't mean it, Throw. It was just a joke you know? Haha …now that we've all had a good laugh everything is good."
A lighthearted chuckle sounded from the back of the transport as a small yeah domineering femme bot stepped into the light. She was beautiful to say the least with her ebony paint design flanked by simple white markings. Her optics burned a crimson red standing out against her dark features.
"Yes, everything is good now. Throwdown simply lost his temper. Right, Throwdown?"
The elder mech huffed storming off back to the pilots chair grumbling under his breath. Shaking her head, the femme began to gently inspect the twin's damages with a mother-like fatigue to her. She tsked her tongue drawing back in disappointment.
"Look at my beautiful boys. They went and broke you…"
"Broke? Nah, just a little damaged that's all…" Sideswipe offered a grin working optic brightening under the femme's affections. It wasn't every day she was this generous and kind. In fact, they feared her more than they ever would Throwdown. Not that Sunstreaker would admit fear of anything.
"Little Damaged? You always did have a way of being optimistic about everything didn't you, Sideswipe? My strong handsome little guy…"
"Would you stop it…" Sunstreaker crossed his arms or at least tried to. The broken joints put up quite a fight, but in the end where no match for Sunny's steel will.
"Stop what?"
"Giving him false hope. Acting like you really give a slag what happens to us…."
"Sunstreaker!" Again Sideswipe tried to smooth over the situation, but Sunstreaker would not allow it. Not this time.
"No, I'm not going to shut up about this. If she did really give a damn about us, she wouldn't have rented us out to that no good bastard up front. Tell me something, how much you sell us for? You living the high-life while we rough it out in the slave quarters? What a fine creator you turned out to be…."
A resounding slap echoed through the small carrier as the femme struck her creation across the facial plating drawing a thin line of engeron with her clawed fingers. Just something else to add to the already growing number of repairs.
"You will hold your tongue in my presence, Sunstreaker. I will not stand by and let you insult me in this manner. I did the best I could for you…offered you a great start. It's up to you what you do with it. A few years of service in place of all the fame and riches you could have?"
"Screw the riches..."
"Then you can have your life of a rat then, but do think about your brother. Perhaps Sideswipe does not share in your beliefs….."
Sunny turned facing his twin with disbelief as betrayal rode across his features.
"What is she talking about, Sides?"
"It's nothing…I promise. It's just that…"
"Just what? Did you sell us out too…."
"No, well…yes. Just for a while longer, but then we can go to the academy. Be real mechs…"
"Yeah …sure. Real mechs…"
Sunstreaker leaned back growing silent as dark thoughts took over his processors. Maybe he shouldn't trust his brother as much as he wished to do so….